You're Going To Become Like Me, Kitten

Lois Lane held the cotton against her throbbing, wounded clitty. The fur continued to spread slowly from her crotch—dark hairs pushed out over her skin. The reporter stared at her now furry pelvis and thought it looked a bit like Cheetah's own body.

How far will it go? Lois thought as she licked her sharp canines. Her jaw ached. Body on edge. Every sound in the lab was suddenly sharper, almost painfully clear. She could hear the buzz of the overhead lights, her own heart thunder in her chest, the soft pad of Cheetah's bare feet on the floor, the swish of her tail.

The reporter took another sip of the ethanol. Her eyes drifted to Cheetah's tail.

Will I grow one of those? Will it hurt?

"When I dosed myself with the recombinant genetic retrovirus that made me what I am," Cheetah said, as if she knew what Lois was thinking. "The first part of the transformation took minutes as it burned through all my fat reserves. You know I was a natural D-cup before? I lost three cup sizes in thirty minutes. I was ravenous. Needed the calories to fuel the transformation. I expect you will be too."

The reporter stared at the woman's breasts. She hadn't really thought about the size, before, but the furry mounds were a little bigger than her own. The image of Cheetah with D-cups sent a blush to Lois Lane's cheeks, and the reporter hiccuped slightly as she felt the sudden rush of **** go to her head. The room began to spin.

Cheetah pulled the flask away, and slid her hands under the reporter's arm-pits to haul the reporter upright. Lois Lane still felt feverish...weak...her body burned as with fever.

"The other changes...the tail, the ears, bone changes to the skull...take days, sometimes weeks and months before they stabilize. Of course, your transformation will probably be slower. The vampiric virus in you is trying to do different things. Make you faster, stronger, thirstier..."

Lois could barely stand. Her stomach growled so loudly it seemed to echo around the room. Cheetah slid her shoulder under the reporter's arm-pit and half-walked, half-dragged her toward a fridge.

"Fortunately for you, kitten, I think the vampires keep a stock of biological specimens for their experiments. Should be enough muscle tissue and blood to keep your body from cannibalizing itself. And your feeding might attract the rest of them..."

Cheetah's fangs flashed in a smile.

"...let's just hope for your sake the specimens are animal, not human."